In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes out

practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly take

that entails a number of things.First off,

simply says while opening the lid of the

open as I

to wear a ring but it still takes me be

said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just

I glance at

it is there, probably by the way he

a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an

I thinking so hard on this? Damien probably just went on vacation

doesn't seem to be the type to

much too into his work and other activities to actually take a

I cant

I find myself saying.

is

can tell that it's expensive,

do the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either

really have no clue except that

also very attention

"Why not?"

asks, he

much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're

try to clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

shake my head, taking another

will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to say them or

turn to be confused as I

"Protect me, from what?"

important without making a

protect you when I am not there to do so.So you

says, more serious then he usually

grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and all the while making eye

my face flushes at the intimacy

intimate gesture had this not been due to

such a befogged mind? We

he

now mine, I can't help but

heavy

closed, signalling that Max has left, snaps me out

where

walks towards his desk, leaning

will have to act more than as if

wondering as if how

passing him I sit down on

earns me an unamused look but he doesn't say

and so that makes me